...this pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun.

When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars…

— Mary Elizabeth Frye

In many a piece of music, it's the pause or the rest that gives the piece its beauty and its shape. And I know…

— Pico Iyer

When you awaken in morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circle flight, I am soft stars that shine…

— Mary Elizabeth Frye

Mounting toward the upland again, I pause reverently, as the hush and stillness of twilight come upon the woods. It is the sweetest, ripest…

— John Burroughs

Spring's last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet, Pauses a moment, with white twinkling feet, And golden locks in breezy play, Half teasing and half tender, to…

— Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

I thought I loved him when he went away; I love him now in another degree: he is more my own. [ . .…

— Charlotte Bronte

Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you…

— Norton Juster

…he is unlike the other customers. They sense it too, and look at him with hard eyes, eyes like little metal studs pinned into…

— Anonymous

Rachel,” came a raspy voice from the upper level, and both Trent and I turned. It was Quen, wrapped in a blanket as if…

— Kim Harrison

In Seattle, I soon found that my radical ideas and aesthetic explorations - ideas and explorations that in Richmond, Virginia, might have gotten me…

— Tom Robbins

I can't really believe that it's over. "I'll speak for her." Every face turns to where Sean Kendrick stands a little apart from the…

— Maggie Stiefvater

We'll need to make a litter to carry him," said Osha. "No use," said Luwin. "I'm dying, woman." "You can't," said Rickon angrily. "No…

— Anonymous

What I’m talking about is more than recompense for past injustices—more than a handout, a payoff, hush money, or a reluctant bribe. What I’m…

— Ta-Nehisi Coates

Summer time an' the livin' is easy, Fish are jumpin' an' the cotton is high. Oh, yo' daddy's rich, and yo' ma' is good-lookin',…

— Ira Gershwin

Beneath the hush a whisper from long ago, promising peace of mind and a burden shared. No peace which is not peace for all,…

— Dag Hammarskjold